In other news, I saw yet another cup full of coffee left beside the coffee vending machine. It's the same every time -- I know because I've done it myself -- the coffee machine has these splendid pictures (I never thought I'd use the word splendid, it sounds so Willy Wonka, the old one, not Johnny Depp) anyway splendid pictures of lattes and caramel coffees. You put your 50 cents in and it starts churning and bubbling and sprays out a bunch of dirty water. You're like, "that doesn't look like the picture, but surely it won't taste that bad." Bleg, speww....and you're so disgusted that you don't even throw it away, you leave it there beside the coffee machine so the next poor person thinking of getting a vending machine cup of coffee will see the omen and realize that the above paragraph just happened to someone else.
There's a machine gun exhibition show in Kentucky in April. A friend invited me. I was gonna go, fire a machine gun, hell yeah -- or I could bring a bunch of flowers and put them in the barrels of the guns -- though something tells me one might "accidentally" go off on me if I did that. No seriously, I was gonna go until I figured out it costs a dollar per bullet and the things shoot something like 200 bullets per minute. Ouch.
~sent to me on Valentine's Day 2008 from someone who apparently ISN'T a hippie
~sent to me on Valentine's Day 2008 from someone who apparently ISN'T a hippie
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